International bright lights

International bright lightsopportunities flyunknown wishes coming trueunknown where I’m at

Tainted beach

The places where we swam,submerged and destroyed in waterthe smell of unsettling drown sunscreens gone rancid music no longer gives feeling you’re back to being a stranger our dreamsincoherence

Found

If I didn’t have a dream about the piercings on your tiny pink nipples over your smoothe, hard chest last night, I wouldn’t have found you. It speaks to the way I feel about you, something distant and particular a particular star in twilight that exists only within my relative distance. It’s this gap between

Dreams of being other species; shattered

Throughout my life, I’ve romanticized the animal world; I wished I were a bird so that I could fly and go wherever I wanted I wished I were an ant and thrived in a social and purposeful society I wished I were a pet cat and slept comfortably wherever and whenever I wanted while the

Who are we

Who am I If I’m unwilling to go all the way To bear all the risks that may come my way To fall hard; to feel lost and confused To lose everything That I work hard to build, day after day All coming crumbling down Like an avalanche with no end It’s what broken dreams

Failure

What do you want to be when you grow up? “I wanna be a fighter jet pilot” “I want to be an astronaut” “I want to to be a doctor!” “I want to be a lawyer” “I want to be a computer whiz” “I want to be a teacher” “I want to be an accountant”

Elephant god somewhere

A Hindu god, an elephant head           Sacred symbols, from a thousand year ago Clothed in time’s fine delicacies           Beige white silk and golden embroidery Draped over her ivory beige smooth           kind skin Pretty face maiden, like my mom    

Dark hallway mission

The voice tells me to get into the elevator and to go to a certain floor. I do so as told. Instinct tells me to walk down the hallway. There’s promise of a grand prize; the greatest thing, the highest goal. There’s supposed to be something that I’ve always wanted at the finish. I’m told

Spell

Maybe we’ll always be in this place, where you’ll be the beast and I’ll be… Forever under this spell Standing by the cliff and always wanting more Flying with the dry white dandelions that take me somewhere, higher and higher In a revolving world inside a glass enclosure Where I sleep amid flowers Dreaming as

Look! It’s America